A movie that not only functions as a solid scarefest but a razor-sharp satire.

Amazing worth wacthing. So good. Biased but well made with many good points.

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;

Let's start with the pluses for a change.First up: Cerina Vincent's body. I have no idea if she can act. I've seen her in numerous pictures but none of them has called on her to do more than run about and scream. INTERMEDIO is no exception.Second up: there are some good actors involved, people without tube tops and jiggle.Unfortunately, that's about it. Everything else is painfully derivative. Four kids get trapped in a Mexican town and are menaced by ghosts (or some such nonsense). They run around in tunnels. They run around in abandoned buildings. They run up and down ladders. They scream and pant and hug each other a lot.The ghosts are either CGI blurs or people in glow-in-the-dark skeleton costumes moving in fast motion. The blood effects are goofy in the extreme (looking more like poster paint than spray). And there is some physical scuffling that has to be seen to be believed. My favorite moment? A ghost throws a pickaxe at Cerina and she suddenly demonstrates a Matrix-like move, doubling her body backward to avoid the weapon, then leaps about like a kung fu expert to fight off the villain. Hilarious stuff.That's about it, really. This is another flick with no plot twists and no real sense of purpose (unless you count Cerina's fleeing nudity).

I hate to dump on independent, low budget horror films, but, man, is this film bad. Edward Furlong, who has appeared in A-List films, must have needed a paycheck badly. He pretty much just mails it in here, just sort of screaming instead of trying to do any actual acting. The other actors give it a better attempt, but are just sort of lost. Technically, the film is a mess -- the effects are weak, and both lighting and sound are both really bad, so at times it's tough to see or hear what's going on.There's also no T&A to speak of, although the smoking hot Cerina Vincent tries to accommodate us by thoughtfully using half of her shirt to make a bandage about 1/2 hour into the movie. So technically she's wearing a very sexy outfit for the last hour of the film. But the lighting is sooooo bad that you can't really tell.Usually, I recommend all low budget independent horror films, but I'd take a pass on this one!

This movie isn't bad. I've definitely seen much worse, and it was certainly worth a look.The acting was for the most part very good. Especially Amber Benson. Cerina Vincent also does a great job. I remember her from 'Power Rangers: Lost Galaxy' and I'm glad to see that she is still getting work. Also I was very glad that the film had no nudity as I hate that (there's a shot of Cerina's bare back, nothing more). Another film made by The Asylum that I enjoyed (Death Valley: The Revenge of Bloody Bill) also did this, so I hope that The Asylum will continue this with their future movies.The biggest problem is that Amber's character dies yet again. Amber if you're reading this, please, PLEASE play a lead character who doesn't get killed off.Also, at times the story was a little lacking, consisting only of people running around in circles.All in all, could have been better, but decent enough.

I thought the presence of a known actor like Eddie Furlong might mean that this movie has a certain level of budget, if not quality. Neither is the case. This is a cheap movie with cheap "effects" that are eye-rolling at best, laughable at worst -- the "ghosts" are guys dressed in skeleton costumes, a la Karate Kid (Plus, I'm getting sick of digital blood in horror movies.). The dialog is a ridiculous heaping of clichéd yelling ("We're not gonna get anywhere yelling at each other like this!" and that sort of crap). The actors are no better -- just a bunch of overacting, and Furlong is not immune. He's seen better days. His hunched over, paunchy stoner body, and baggy eyes make him look increasingly like Peter Lorre. The only entertaining part of this film is watching Cernia Vincent running around in a cut-off t-shirt sans bra and with thong-cut jeans. Too bad the director is so incompetent; the cuts are jerky and disjointed, and he even has Vincent do some sort of Matrix-like fall-back maneuver to dodge a projectile, all with a straight face. The director tries to throw in some cheap "boo!" scares, but nothing -- nothing -- in this movie is remotely frightening, except for the fact that it was even made.